Today.
Now.
As I sit & write.
The fine lines of snow collected on the cloud.
Steam of coffee vapor pours from my cup.
Life is Alright because I made it so.
Life tastes good because I followed the innate Recipe.
Songs pour from speakers inside my hat
Feathers from Angel Wings fan my face
God Himself blesses my brow,
for nothing more than a Breath
in Remembrance of Him …
It …
She …
them …
the parcels of Love that made my existence complete
the soft songs, the happy voices, the tiny hands and feet
that walk
on the Shining Surface of my Heart
moment after moment
day after day
as my thoughts of You
turn to Gold
wintertime fields of the Finest Hay
blossoms blowing on a fresh summer day
the music of Trumpets
in the month of May